Michaela was a wreck
and Neta chose to follow suit,
a chip off the old block.
Michaela did it all:
she smoked and drunk;
she welcomed all and sundry.
She reached anywhere anytime
and was never in a hurry to depart.
Her children knew it and covered her trails.
Her poor old hubby was helpless and
coiled himself like a worm in its cocoon.
She did what she wanted
and he could do nothing to stop her
insatiable thirst for booster shots.
Her perfume was known from afar
and before long, she was seen coming.
Her walk was never rushed as
she swaggered like a duck in its territory.
She knew all in details
for that was her way of selection.
Her food was of choice
and she did anything to get it.
If the dish in the pot wasn’t of her taste,
she slipped off like a shadow
and returned with a roast
from her buddies at the tavern.
She was never seen unkempt
for her market was everywhere.
She robed in vogue and talked class
despite her humble background.
Some gentry hid on spotting her
for they didn't want embarrassment.
Neta, her first child, copied the traits to the dot
And listened to her mentor and did as dictated.
Neta changed matrimony in search of a better life
while Michaela staged a home with her father.
Neta worshiped materiality like her teacher
and followed it wherever she thought she would get it.
Someone’s hubby or fiancee was not spared
for her mind never understood why.
Mom and daughter nurtured a few kids
that came not from men in their matrimonies
and the kids fathers were well known to all
as looks don’t cheat.
Shame had no room in the wants and desires
for the here and now mattered more.
Sweating for wants and desires wasn’t a priority
for willing chaps provided them at any cost.
Insults to their offspring didn't matter
for material satisfaction was being taken care of.
Many women cried foul, for the acts
were intrusive to their homes; and, at times,
both carried on the muck with same guys,
yet there was no shuddering still.
Finally, checking out came to both,
in pretty awkward ways.